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All crimes shall cease, and ancient frauds shall faci
Returning Justice lift aloft her scale;
Peace o'er the world her olive wand, extend,
And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend. 20
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected moru!
Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born!
See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring,
With all the incense of the breathing spring :
See lofty Lebanon2 his head advance,

See nodding forests on the mountains dance:
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,
And Carmel's flowery top perfume the skies
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers ;
Prepare the way!3 A God, a God appears! 30
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply;
The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity.
Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies !
Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys, rise !
With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay; 35
Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way!
The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold:
Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold!
He from thick films shall purge the visual r-y,
And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day. 40
'Tis he the ob

icted paths

sound shall clear, And bid new music charm the unfolding car: The dumb4 shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe. No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear; 45 From every face he wipes off every tear. In adamantine5 chains shall death be bound, And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air ; 50 Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; (1) Ch. is ver. 7. (2) Ch. xxxv. ver. 2.

(3) Ch. xl ver. 3, 4. (4) Ch. xliii. ver. 18. and ch. xxxv.ver. 5, 6 (5) Ch. xxv. ver. 8. (6) Ch. xin zer. 11.

The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms :
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,

The promised father of the futurc age.
No more shall nation? against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;

60 But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a plough-share end. Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son3 Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun; Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, 65 And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. The swain in barren deserts4 with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.

70 On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn, The spiry fir and shapely box adorn: To leafless shrubs the flowery palms succeed, 75 And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed. The lambs6 with wolves shall graze the verdant meadh And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead. The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents? lick the pilgrim's feet. 8) The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! 85 Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes ! (1) Ch. ix. ver. 6. (2) Ch. ji. ver. 4. (3) Ch. Ixv. ve

(4) Ch. xxxv. ver. 1, 7. (5) Ch. xli. ver. and ch. Iv. ver. 13. (6) Ch xi. ver. 6, 7, 8. (7) Lxv. ver 25. (8) Ch. Tx. ver. 1.

21, 22.

See a long racel thy spacious courts adorn;
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies !

See barbarous nations2 at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,
And heap'd with products of Sabean springs !
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,

95 And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow: See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon them in a flood of day! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; 100 But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze, O’erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas5 shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, 105 Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns !


WINDSOR FOREST. To the Right Honourable George Lord Lansdowno Non injussa cano: te nostræ, Vare, myricæ. Te nemus omne canet; nec Phæbo gratior ulla est, Quam sibi quæ Vari præscripsit pagina nomen.

Thy forest, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats,
Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids !
Unlock your springs and open



(1) Ch. Ix. ver. 4. (2) Ch. Ix. ver. 3. (3) Ch. Ix. ver. O (4) Ch. 1x.. ver. 19, 20. (5) Ch. li. ver. 6, and ch. lin ver 10.

Granville commands ; your aid, O muses, oring
What muse for Granville can refuse to sing ?

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Live in description, and look green in song;
These, were my breast inspired with equal flama,
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again ;
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruised,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused;
Where order in variety we see,
And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address,
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
There, interspersed in lawns and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that sun each other's shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend ;
There, wrapt in clouds, the blueish hills ascend.
E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes,
And 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise,
That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn
Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber, or the balmy tree,
While by our oaks the precious loads are borne,
And realms commanded which those trees adorn.
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,
Though gods assembled grace his towering height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
Where, in their blessings, all those gods appear.
See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paintş the enamellid ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand ;
Rich industry sits smiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.

Not thus the land appear'd in ages past, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste, To savage beasts and savage laws a prey, And kings more furious and severe than they; Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods, The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves (For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.) What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, And e'en the elements a tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind seasons swell’d the teeming grain; Soft showers distill'd, and suns grew warm in vain The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, And, famish'd, dies amidst his ripen'd fields. What wonder then, a beast or subject slain Were equal crimes in a despotic reign? Both, doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants bled, But, while the subject starved, the beast was fed. Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began, A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name, And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. The fields are ravish'd from the industrious swaing From men their cities, and from gods their fanes · The leveli'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er; The hollow winds through naked temples roar; Round broken columns clasping ivy twined; O'er heaps of ruins stalk'd the stately hind; The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, And savage howlings fill the sacred quires Awed by his nobles, by his commons curst, The oppressor ruled tyrannic where he durst, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod, And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. Whom e'en the Saxon spared, and bloody Dano The wanton victims of his sport remain. But see, the man who spacious regions gave A waste for beasts, himself denied a grave:

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